Do you remember that time I was disconsolate in the rain? I'd been on your stoop for at least four hours, chain-smoking, waiting, desperate for you to come home. It was shortly after the elections, if I recall.
When I finally saw your truck, after the hundreds that had passed by before, I was overjoyed. And you were overjoyed!
You held me tight and promised it would be OK.
And it was!
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